When you lose the one person who grounds your existence, your whole world changes.

In life, it is said that everything happens for a reason. If that’s true, how can you explain death? Especially when it happens to someone so young, so beautiful, and so innocent? My name is Bain Adams, and I struggle with these thoughts every day. I’ve been through hell and back, somehow surviving the unimaginable. My sister took her life six months ago, and now, what’s left is a shell of the man I once was, a shadow of the person I used to be. Do I miss that life? Absolutely. But I miss her more, every day. I pray time will ease the pain and help my suffering while I search for the answers…but so far, nothing.

Happiness is something I knew so long ago, and now it’s nothing but a faint, distant recollection of the life I once had. My name is Arion LaSalle, and seven months ago my life was shredded to pieces when my fiancé disappeared while deployed. He never came home, burning a hindrance of pain and agony within my soul. For so long, I lived my life believing everything happens for a reason, until now. ‘Cause none of it makes any sense. Why Nate? Why only him? Since getting through each breath is a struggle, I put on a fake persona, pretending I’m someone I’m not, living my life recklessly. Because for me, it was all taken far too soon.

“So are you really going to eye fuck me all night without introducing yourself?”

What the fuck? I swallow hard, her words catching me off guard. “Uhh, I’m Bain.”

Those are the only words that come out; my heart is pounding. She laughs at me and I turn to her and ask, “What’s so funny?”

“You. That’s all you’re going to say? Uhh, I’m Bain?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she responds is a quieter tone, understanding that I’m serious. “Well, Bain, I’m Arion. I just thought with the way you’ve been staring at me all night, you’d have more to say.”

Fuck, she’s quick with words. Unfortunately for me, I’m at a great disadvantage; the bars mixed with the alcohol have made my mind fuzzy. I can’t keep up with her, not like this. I need to be sober. “Was I that obvious?” I finally ask.

“Yeah.”

She flicks her cigarette into the parking lot and stares at me. Pulling my eyes from the ground, I meet hers. She’s gorgeous, she’s really something else, I tell yah. Especially her eyes, gray and…laced with hurt, just like mine. She acts tough, but she’s hiding something. “Listen, Bain, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I retort. “I’m…I’m just…drunk.”

“Me too,” she responds running her hands down my chest and pushing me harder into the wall. Our eyes never leave one another’s. My breathing increases and I focus on staying calm while feeling what she is doing to me with her hands. It doesn’t take but a few seconds ‘til she slides them under my shirt. I may not have words when it comes to her, but my lips don’t let me down. Staring into her eyes, she looks at me with uncertainty. I attempt to ease that, with a kiss.

Her lips are plump and tender. She tastes of mint with a hint of Jäger. The moment she touches her tongue with mine, my senses flip and that need that’s been knocking to escape all night erupts.

A couple exits the bar and we separate for a brief moment. Then I pull her down the side of the building. The moment we are tucked nicely into the dark alley, we pick right back up. This is seedy as fuck.

It’s a crisp night, but being with her in the cold doesn’t bother me. Her hands are warm as they explore every part of my body. But being a man, I want more. “Keep touching me,” I command, wanting to feel her warm hands on my cock. Holding her face, I continue to kiss her, loving the release I get while indulging in her.

“Mmmmm, you do speak.”

Growling, I flip her around, now pressing her against the wall. “I do. Fuck, Arion…” I trail off, unsure of what to say next.

She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants and wastes no time going in, clenching me hard, just like I wanted. “Mmmmmhhhhh,” I groan as she begins to stroke me.

“Your cock is big and I want it deep in my throat.” She drops to her knees and I lean my hands against the wall, questioning what we are doing for half a second. There is no one around us and no one in sight – fuck it. Her tongue hits me swirling over the end; I brush her hair out of her face and watch as she engulfs me. From tip to base, she takes me all the way. When I don’t think she can go any further, she does, and her nose touches my skin. It takes real skill to take all of me. She stares up working my cock in and out of those sweet, plump lips. We watch one another, and I wonder who in the world she is. So confident, sexy, and…dominant. Christ, it’s such a fucking turn-on.

Each pull and push she matches with her hand, twirling her tongue as she goes. I especially like watching her mouth stretch. Stopping for a moment, she removes her lips but jerks my shaft, quickly. “Will you come in my mouth, Bain?”

“Suck me hard and I will.”

I nod my head when she obeys and feel my balls tighten. Fuck, it’s been too long. Looking at her as she takes my release, her eyes are closed and she’s in a zone, enjoying this. As she pushes me to orgasm, her mouth is so warm. Her movements are perfect and I come so hard in the back of her throat, pumping my hips and thrusting out every last drop of cum. To my surprise, she swallows, smirking at me the moment she finally takes my cock out of her mouth. Standing, she licks her lips. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as she says, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Bain,” and walks away.

~ TEASERS ~

~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~ LK Collins

LK Collins is first and foremost a devoted wife and mother. She loves music and has openly admitted that she's addicted to it. Without the strength of the words from some of her favorite artists, what she does...would not be possible. She works the normal 9 to 5 like the rest of the world, but is fortunate that she's allowed to listen to music for eight hours a day. When she gets home, she turns into Superwoman; juggling the crazy world of being an indie author, a mom, and a wife. Both her daughter and her husband share names with famous presidents. Her husband is referred to by her readers as "the Prez", a name well deserved.

LK has had a passion for the worlds created by authors for as long as she can remember and with the support of the Prez, she has successfully self-published three titles in the Life. Destiny. Fate Series. While her books are erotica, they are also known for dramatic storylines that will keep the reader enthralled from page one.

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